Changing My Song!

I have been thinking about it for a long time, and I  have decided to change the song which I am creating my music video for to BYOB by System of a Down - it's not the exact same genre as the punk rock song I was going to use, instead the band is an alternative, metal, rock band. The ideas I had for my music video are still the same, I am still going to do a paper puppet show, have Stevie as my main character (not as an artist) to show an innocent person who is shown a marxist view of our society and then choses to rebel against it, which makes her become dark and bad ass. I am still ngoing to use the shots from Little Swiss woods and I am still going to spray paint lyrics of the song on a brick wall in sychronisation to the song.

I have had issues to bring all of my actors together at once to play as a band - I also don't have the instruments and cannot borrow them all at once to be in the same room, so I have found a way to solve this issue by not having 'the band' actors playing altogether at once, but instead shoot them seperately playing their instruments/singing and edit the footage in a similar style to how Metallica's band members are portrayed in the music video Master of Puppets.

The Lyrics to the song I am going to use have a similar message to the message I wanted to convey in my music video to the other song I was going to do (Fuck Authority by Pennywise)

Here is the official music video for the song BYOB by System of a Down (SOAD)...

"B.Y.O.B." LYRICS

WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR!
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels.
Victorious, victories kneel.
For brand new spankin' deals.
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers.
You depend on our protection,

Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.
La la la la la la la la la,
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Kneeling roses disappearing,
Into Moses' dry mouth,
Breaking into Fort Knox,
Stealing our intentions,
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.
La la la la la la la la la,
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Blast off, it's party time,
And we don't live in a fascist nation,
Blast off, it's party time,
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X4]

Kneeling roses disappearing,
Into Moses' dry mouth,
Breaking into Fort Knox,
Stealing our intentions,
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.
La la la la la la la la la,
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sun

Where the fuck are you!
Where the fuck are you!

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X3]
Why, do, they always send the poor [X3]
They only send the poor [x2]